….want to fill in all spaces? Walls of all trophies, certificates of accomplishments, Walls of pictures. But I can’t see the color of paint. And the doors and windows mean nothing to me….
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I am death, a poem.
I couldn’t drive, because my body refused to stay seated, And learned to walk instead. Looking in any mirror a dead man smiles a wane smile. Only life exist in the present, but shackled to past, or fearful of the future is death. How many times should I kill myself to know Life?
My first memory of Elizabeth II, a poem
She driven in an old convertable In a black and white film. How pretty, So sad.
Is it getting hotter? #1, a poem.
….needy, needy people,sweating in thesun. The wateris drying up. Dams and reservoirscannot holdwhat isn’t there. Your AC works just fine…. Until the lightsGoes out.
the needy, a poem.
LA is grittier than San Diego; more smoke cigarettes, more women wearin’ tight jean shorts. Some are wealthy Some are not. All are needy of being human. In the 2nd Confederacy, they burn books and women are ordered to give birth, with babies holding bibles….
Southern Comforts….a poem.
I once lived in Florida, but never saw any gators…. But I did have a bible thrown at me enterin’ a gay bar. Nothin’ like that warm Southern Comfront, Where men are men, stuck in someone else’s closet. And the women can only make babies…. But I guess it ain’t so bad, sense that drinkContinue reading “Southern Comforts….a poem.”
Character Flaws, a poem.
When people betray me, it takes me too long to forgive. I don’t mind poverty. What would I do with wealth when there is so much suffering. I’m a Blackman in America, (and no one will date me.) I’m Bi, and no one will date me! I’m too brave to be an atheist and AbrahamContinue reading “Character Flaws, a poem.”
Internal Dialogue, a poem.
Internal Dialogue …. his back was turned From me, I heard a muffled voice, I should have killed ya’ when I had the chance….” The Warden politely coughed, “Pardon me?” “Sorry, Warden, I wasn’t Talking to you, sir. I was thinking of the friend Who put me in this chairContinue reading “Internal Dialogue, a poem.”
He couldn’t shot….a poem.
I liked penises,andwent to a man-whore’s house. Another kid caught me sneaking outat night, “got you you faggot!”and shotme dead. Went to hell,touched the flames….and they were fake. The devil was fake…. “pop” The boy pointed his revolverand I stood my ground, Then I walked away…. Lesson learned: the revolver is,but hell is fake.
14 billion mini mes….a poem.
The lecture hall is loud, many conversations, nothing discernible. Then all is quiet. “Today’s recurring thought is, ‘I’m not powerless’ Now repeat it, Again, again, Good! Excellent!! Now go out and terririze and conquer the day. Class dismissed!” And I’m more focused, Whole.
Liferaft in the Abyss 